Resting By and By

When faint and wea­ry toil­ing

The sweat-drops on my brow

I long to rest from la­bor

To drop the bur­den now—

There comes a gen­tle chid­ing

To quell each mourn­ing sigh:

Work while the day is shin­ing

There’s rest­ing by and by.

Resting by and by

There’s rest­ing by and by;

We shall not al­ways la­bor

We shall not al­ways cry;

The end is draw­ing near­er

The end for which we sigh;

We’ll lay our hea­vy bur­dens down

There’s rest­ing by and by.

This life to toil is giv­en

And he im­proves it best

Who seeks by pa­tient la­bor

To en­ter in­to rest;

Then pil­grim

worn and wea­ry

Press on

the goal is nigh;

The prize is straight be­fore thee

There’s rest­ing by and by.

Nor ask when ov­er­bur­dened

You long for friend­ly aid

Why idle stands my bro­ther

No yoke up­on him laid?

The Mas­ter bids him tar­ry;

And dare you ask Him why?

Go la­bor in My vine­yard

There’s rest­ing by and by.

Wan reap­er in the har­vest

Let this thy strength sus­tain

Each sheaf that fills the gar­ner

Brings you eter­nal gain;

Then bear the cross with pa­tience

To fields of du­ty hie;

’Tis sweet to work for Je­sus—

There’s rest­ing by and by.